Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4)

Killyama felt Train unbuckling her corset. “You look like you could use a breather.”

She looked at his face as he spread her top, baring the upper half of her body. Then he massaged the red lines caused by the corset.

“Just so there’s no misunderstanding; I’m not letting Rider touch me.”

“I’m content to watch. Just pretend I’m not here, babe.”

That would be an impossibility. In fact, she didn’t know why she wasn’t demanding he leave. She had never had sex in front of anyone before, though she certainly wasn’t shy about her body.

Train’s cock on her belly made her wiggle underneath him.

“Rider, make yourself useful.” Train’s hair provided a shield for her face as he kissed her.

The mattress bounced as Rider must have gotten up. Then she felt the tight leather of her pants slide down her legs as she sucked Train’s tongue into her mouth.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” Rider’s voice was filled with tension as she felt the mattress bounce again.

Train raised his leg so he could lie by her side. He broke the passionate kiss to smooth a hand down her belly, sliding between her thighs. Lifting the leg closest to him, he raised it to his side, then brought his hand to her hip, turning her so she was facing Rider at the bottom of the bed.

She closed her eyes as she heard him putting on a condom. Then, unable to stop herself, she opened them to watch Rider’s reaction.

There were several inches separating them, but his eyes ate the distance. His gaze traveled down her breasts to her sparse curls where Train slipped his hand between them, not blocking Rider’s view of him playing with her.

She closed her eyes again, almost telling Train to stop. It was too much having Train behind her and Rider in front, although he wasn’t touching her.

When she opened her eyes again, Rider’s gaze was pinned on her pussy, his hand going to his thick cock and sliding over the long length in a slow pace as Train sank a finger into her.

“You’re so wet. I could fuck you now, and my cock would slip right in.” Train slipped his arm under her neck so he could reach her breast, tweaking the nipple as he sank another finger inside of her.

She bit back the moan that tried to slip from her lips.

Rider began pumping his dick faster as Train increased his speed, driving his fingers into her. His lust-filled gaze fueled the tendrils of need in her as if Train wasn’t using his fingers but Rider’s cock. It was the most erotic experience of her life, knowing Rider could see but not touch.

Train maintained his masterful control over her body as if he were the only one who could give her the climax she was silently screaming she needed.

“Train …” His name was the closest she could bring herself to beg.

He didn’t make her. Moving closer to her, his wet hand came to her waist as he tried to fit his hard cock into her tight opening. He had to shift his position before he could easily thrust into her.

Train buried his face in her hair. “She’s so fucking tight.”

“How tight?” Rider asked on a groan, continuing to slide his hand up and down his dick as Train moved in and out of her.

Shuddering, she turned her head and sunk her teeth into Train’s arm.

She saw Rider inching closer. She was so close to coming. If he spoiled her orgasm by touching her when she was defenseless, she would split his lip.

Unexpectedly, he took her hand in his, holding it tightly as she came, stroking his thumb over her knuckles as Train continued to thrust into her from behind.

Droplets of sweat slipped down between her breasts as Rider raised her hand so her fingers could capture them before lifting her fingers to his mouth. He sucked on one finger, his tongue twirling over it.

“You taste so good,” he murmured as Killyama let him slip another finger inside.

Train bucked against her, driving her into the mattress and forcing Rider to release her fingers.

“Fuck me back, Killy. Let Rider watch you come. Show him how your little cunt is stretched tight around my cock and how he’ll never know how fucking unbelievable it feels.”

She shoved her ass back into Train’s hips, following his commands. Her muscles tightened then shook as her climax drove him higher until he came with her.

Self-consciously, she watched as Rider came, too, gliding his hand over his cock when his dick grew even longer as he moved to his back and let his climax play out on his waist.

Killyama burrowed her face in the messed up bedspread, but Train flipped her over so she was staring up at him. Unable to bear his steady gaze, she buried her face in his shoulder.